A/N: A little drabble to start off the series. I think I'll be working on this series for a little bit since I got a concussion earlier this week and won't be working on Electric. This will most likely be used when I've got writers block or unable to work on other stories.

Characters:Robin/Wally, Conner.

Warnings: Fluff.

Summary: Superboy's midnight snack is cut short.

Of Sleeping Speedsters. Enjoy.

At midnight, Conner walked to the kitchen. Wally had told him the wonders of a midnight snack. The purpose of said snack had escaped the clone, but he was willing to try. Once in the kitchen, Conner could see the reflective light of the TV shining from the living room. Curious as to who was up getting their own midnight snack, the clone walked around one end of the couch.

On the far end of the sofa sat Robin in his civvies watching live news feed on mute, feet propped on the coffee table. Stretched out on the unoccupied space was the Mountains resident speedster. Wally was in his pajamas unlike his comrade. The red head wore a blue baggy shirt and a pair of red 'Flash' boxers. Wally was laying stretched out on the entire piece of furniture. The entire piece of furniture. This included the space where Robin currently sat.

The speedster had his head in his best friends lap. He slept silently with his back turned to the TV. Both of his arms were wrapped securely around the little birds waste. Robin didn't seem to mind. In fact, his youngest teammate used his right hand to cradle his friends head were it was buried in his stomach. The left hand was carding its slender fingers through Wally's red locks and almost massaging the scalp below.

Conner had never seen Wally so calm before. Sure, his feet twitched a little like dogs' do when they dream of chasing squirrels, but that was to be expected. The calm and rhythmic rise and fall of the speedster's ribs was almost hypnotizing. When the clone glanced back up at Robin, the little bird was watching his passenger as well. But Wally slept on, unaware of the attentive eyes while he rested.

Conner turned away, all too aware that Robin knew of his presence. His midnight snack could wait for another night.